Lyrics

Well I thought I was back for good.
Thought I felt real nice like I know I should.
I'm getting out of bed.

Well I don't drink much and I check my pride.
I've still got these things to hide.
I'm getting out of bed.

Sleep is getting old so far, rotting on the hardwood floor.
Maybe I'm just tired of the bore.
A patent on this misery is sitting here beside me.
Maybe man alive is just a chore.